The people I need to talk with simply aren't there.
The people I wish to talk with just don't care.
I reach out, but they shove me away.
Do you know the pain I go through each day?
Each of my "friends" tortures me in their own special way.
Soon I shall die to escape the misery.
I gone too far now, no one can save me.
I'll climb, climb, climb to the peak of my pine, then throw myself off the top.
I can't take it anymore, the misery must stop.
I might scream a bit as I'm falling down.
Those screams will be silenced as I hit the ground.
No one would miss me of that I am sure.
The hole in their lives would quickly cure.
They'll go about their daily lives as if nothing had happened.
They'd go about their daily lives as if I hadn't died.
Like I hadn't been there in the first place.
If you felt the pain I go through each day,
I'm guessing that you would feel the same way.
From Hell to here and back again.
If someone had reach out and been a true friend,
Maybe I wouldn't feel as if I needed to die,
But right now,
I WANT TO DIE.